Utah poet

“Some say sharks are the ocean’s anger at us for being in its future,” writes Rob Carney. I say poems are sharks’ way of forgiving us for the soup, the…

pecan groves outside of Lafayette,the pine woods north of Spokane,the field by my house where the snow piled deep,where a snow owl passed so silently and…

Two musics washing over me, and morning asks, which loneliness comes closest to the inkychromatics inside you? How can I answer? The cricket in the…